After drinking tea, Zhang Wenfeng stood up and gave some instructions to the little fox demon, helping to modify the picture. He also looked at the portrait painting that Yun Qiuhe had practiced some time ago, pointed out the shortcomings and parts of attention, and reminded:
"Don't just paint women and children. In addition to being soft, delicate, and round, you should broaden the scope of your portraits and change your style. Intersperse paintings of old people, men, and old women. It is necessary to make drastic choices and eliminate the complex and keep it simple. Go and ask Uncle Lame to come and sit for a while, and I will demonstrate how to draw a portrait of a strong and masculine old man today."
Yun Qiuhe smiled and clasped his fists: "Yes!"
She took out a jar of good wine she brought from Zhoucheng from her storage bag and ran out with it.
Not long after, the old cripple, dressed in short work clothes and with messy hair, followed Yun Qiuhe and walked in. He was still muttering: "Taoist Master Yun, how about I go wash my face, fix my hair and change my clothes?" New clothes come again? How can you paint with this mess?"
Zhang Wenfeng stood up and said with a smile: "Uncle Lame, you don't need to be so particular. Please sit down for half an hour. I won't delay you until you go to work in the kitchen." He stretched out his hand to invite the old lame man to sit down on the chair and said: "Fellow Taoist Yun, here you go. Master, pour me a glass of wine, and let's chat and paint casually, don't be idle."
The old lame man smiled so much that the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and continued: "That's a good feeling, but I can't sit still for a long time."
Yun Qiuhe quickly washed a tea cup, turned around and took out a light blue thin porcelain bottle, uncorked the bottle and poured a cup of green wine, hid the bottle, turned around and gave the wine to the old cripple, and said with a smile: " You are really in luck, this is the Bilu wine that has been stored for fifty years at the Tianqing Restaurant, a 500-year-old store in Zhoucheng. Please drink it slowly."
The old lame man said politely, "I'm sorry for costing you money." He had already taken the tea cup and smelled the wine, took a sip, and smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He said: "Good wine! Well-deserved reputation! In the past! I've only heard that 'the color is sweet and refreshing, and the fragrance is mellow', and it's really true! This wine is so expensive, it makes my heartache to drink it."
He took another sip of Laogui's drink, feeling in high spirits.
The chatterbox opened, chatting about the characteristics of famous wines from various places in Nanjiangzhou.
He had never tasted many of them, but he knew all about them.
Yun Qiuhe stared at Guanzhu Zhang and quickly grasped the outline of the draft. He responded and complimented casually, allowing the old cripple to continue talking.
For more than half an hour, a particularly powerful portrait was completed, with a face cut with knives and axes, and wrinkles like weathered and cracked rocks. The wild hair was fluttering and blurred, the vicissitudes of the eyes concealed a ruthless expression of unwillingness to admit defeat, and the corners of the mouth were crooked. A hint of sarcasm.
The expression and effect of the whole painting are simply stunning.
Yun Qiuhe and the little fox girl stared at the picture and marveled in admiration. This painting is full of energy and energy!
Not graceful, not soft, but with a strong and fierce aura, which gives people a shocking impression of the majesty of a tiger.
The old lame man, who said he couldn't stand sitting for long periods of time, came over to take a look. After drinking a glass of Bilu wine, his waist and legs no longer hurt.
He grinned and said, "Brother Feng painted the old man too fiercely!"
He actually liked it wholeheartedly. This was like him when he was young, with a fierce and fierce look on his face, and he refused to accept anyone. Brother Feng is really amazing, he can draw all this, and said: "Brother Feng, I can keep this painting for safekeeping." ?"
Zhang Wenfeng signed under the portrait.
Since the last time he painted "into the details", his mood has improved and his painting skills have improved further.
The improvement of his state of mind also helps him to observe trees, flowers and plants in more detail, allowing him to experience a different natural world and slowly integrate it into his own practice, but it still takes time to accumulate.
He is currently in an exploratory stage of "seemingly true but not true".
Once he figures out some of his doubts, his cultivation speed should become extremely fast again.
Yun Qiuhe rushed to say: "Uncle Cripple, I will draw another picture for you next time. This picture is a demonstration given to me by the viewer. I have to keep it to learn and figure out." He pretended to take out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve and stuffed it into the old man's hand. Lame Man: "Keep this bottle of Bilu wine and drink it slowly. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard."
The old cripple took the bottle and was pushed out of the teahouse by Yun Qiuhe in a daze.
Yun Qiuhe smiled like a fox that had just stolen a chicken. She wanted to keep all Zhang Guanzhu's paintings because the first painting felt the freshest. The second time she painted it, it might look the same on the surface. In fact, it's quite different.
Just because Zhang Guanzhu draws so well, she always has to fight with words and wits.
Why is it that no one is rushing to get the portrait she painted for others?
Alas, good intentions are tiring.
Spray glue on the screen, and when it dries, a talisman light will fly in from the outside.
Yun Qiuhe took the yellow talisman, checked it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Zhang Guanzhu, are you free tomorrow? My senior brother sent a letter saying that the Taoist Protector has agreed to your appointment as the prefecture's guest patrol envoy. You can go and go through the formalities tomorrow."
She didn't expect it to go so smoothly. Being the guest minister of the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch is a very important and honorable position.
It is not possible to become one if you have the cultivation level of Jianwei Realm. You need to examine many conditions.
The little fox girl was diligently boiling water and pouring tea at the coffee table, and washing the fresh fruits brought by Yun Qiuhe.
Zhang Wenfeng had already washed his hands. He put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "It's so quick. I'll go by myself tomorrow. You don't have to go back and forth."
Yun Qiuhe was happy that he could help to accomplish something, and said with a smile: "How can it be done? I will also be the host and guide, taking you to visit the shops. Tonight, I will stay overnight at the Taoist Temple with my sister-in-law. Let’s chat and let’s leave early tomorrow morning.”
Zhang Wenfeng could only say: "Mr. Mo will go to Zhoucheng together."
Mo Ye never saw anyone, and the dragon never saw its tail. He promised to ask Mo Ye to come with him when he went out.
The little fox girl hurriedly said: "I want to go too."
"You have to talk to your sister, there's no use talking to us."
Yun Qiuhe rubbed Xin Xing's hair, which made the little fox demon feel dejected. Xin Yue could not agree to the fact that the little fox demon went out far away.
The matter was settled, Yun Qiuhe took advantage of the fresh feeling and copied the old cripple's charcoal portrait.
Zhang Wenfeng finished his tea, stood up and watched the two people's paintings for a while, gave some pointers, went out to the spiritual grassland in the field, and absorbed the wood energy nutrients from the weeds growing in the middle, and replenished them to the strong spiritual grass.
He explored the vitality of the spiritual grass and observed the texture of the leaves. He also took out a small wooden board, put it on white paper, and used black stone to outline a part of the spiritual grass. He magnified it several times and drew the fine veins of the leaves.
He has accumulated a thick stack of line drawing manuscripts, including spiritual grass, jade millet spiritual plants, spiritual peaches, plums, etc.
He drew it repeatedly so that he could compare it before and after and observe the differences.
The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves fall.
Early the next morning, the three of them headed east along the official road.
Mo Ye didn't like flying, so Zhang Wenfeng walked with him.
Yun Qiuhe didn't bother to ask why. She had little interest in that mysterious and weird woman, and of course she couldn't fly alone in the air.
At the end of the afternoon, the three of them arrived at Zhoucheng.
The bustling bustle of a big city cannot be compared to that of a county town.
There is free entry and exit at the city gate. There are two rows of gatekeepers, but they do not check identity tokens or guides.
Yun Qiuhe led him for a long time to the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch, which occupies a large area in the city.
After Mo Ye entered the door, she separated from the two of them. She went straight to the library and flipped through the books as if she were in her own home. The formation restriction had no effect on her.
Yun Qiuhe and Zhang Guanzhu came to a small room in the south building and found senior brother Mo Xiufeng waiting for her.
"Guanzhu Zhang, long time no see, stay safe!"
Before Mo Xiufeng came to Zhoucheng with He Guangjun to take office last year, he visited the Daolu Branch of Xiling County. He also witnessed the sword fight between Guanzhu Zhang, who had a low cultivation level, and Madman He as a notary. He was deeply impressed at that time and secretly sighed. , almost a year later, Guanzhu Zhang’s cultivation level is about to catch up with his.
"I've seen Fellow Daoist Mo and caused trouble to Fellow Daoist Mo!"
"It's no trouble. The Taoist Protector appreciates you. I heard that you applied for a guest patrol, so I immediately agreed. Let's go, let's go see Protector Xie first. It's getting late."
Mo Xiufeng gave a subtle reminder that the prefecture city is different from the county city, so don't be so late next time.
The Daolu branch in the prefecture city has its principals and guardians, and manages the Daolu branch in each county and city within a state. It has great power.
Along the corridor to the east, passed through a formation portal, and came to a two-story attic courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings. Mo Xiufeng went in to report and came out quickly, signaling Zhang Wenfeng to go in with him. Yun Qiuhe was waiting outside.
After meeting Xie Moling, the Taoist Protector sitting behind the cloud table, Mo Xiufeng went out immediately.
Xie Moling wore a black Taoist robe and a long beard. He smiled and asked the respectful Zhang Wenfeng to bring a chair to the side, sit down and talk, and said: "A few days ago, I heard Yi Weishu talk about you. He said to you You are full of praise for your ability and ability, and Gao Yi also wrote a letter of recommendation, saying that you are calm, capable, and worthy of a big job. I wanted to recruit you to have a chat, so you entrusted me to come to me. We are also destined, so there is no need to do it here. Be cautious, let’s talk freely.”
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly realized that it was no wonder it went so smoothly because two big bosses had taken care of it.
As the saying goes, there are people in the DPRK who like to be officials.
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